She had almost dropped it.
She had almost dropped it.
The fragile vial in her hands, which was fizzing blue, which wasn't sitting stagnant and calm--WHICH WAS FIZZING BLUE--had almost been dropped and shattered on the stone bathroom floor. And then as she unlocked the door with a shaky hand, she almost dropped it again and oh my GOD she was going to be the worst mother in the world, she would drop her baby every five minutes if this was any indicator and--
She was going to be a mother. Holy shit.
This wasn't even possible. This wasn't supposed to be possible. They weren't supposed to get this, they never got the happy endings like this. She had to be seeing things because this couldn't be happening... Only Lily knew she wasn't seeing things at all. She'd taken so many of these tests during the months when they had still thought they could conceive, not even getting her hopes up near the end that it'd do anything but sit there all clear and still--she knew she wasn't seeing things. This was--
Oh hell, she was crying now, wasn't she? No, she couldn't cry, she had to say something--cute or---silly to James---or maybe tell him it was negative, just to get back at him for before. But now her words were stuck in her throat and as she stepped out of the bathroom, all she could do was hold up the stupid vial. And then, a split second later, she actually did drop it, the glass crashing to the floor at her feet and the liquid staining the rug a light blue.
Had he even seen it? Christ, christ, such a bad future mother she was going to make, really---my god, she was going to be a mother!
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